One of the hardest things for me to accept has been not being "normal" anymore.

I know, I know. "Normal" is just a word, it's subjective, nobody's normal, yada yada.

But there IS some degree of normal, or at least average. Normal people aren't exhausted after doing a load of laundry. Normal people walk up a flight of stairs without feeling as though they've conquered Mt. Everest.

Normal people just hop in the car and go somewhere, without having to plan every tiny detail. Normal people's lives don't revolve around proximity to a bathroom.

Normal people don't freak out if two other people are talking at once. Normal people can stand in the middle of the living room floor without suddenly flapping their arms to keep their balance.

Normal people don't have imaginary things crawling or dripping on them. Normal people do normal things like going to high school concerts, Tupperware parties, and evening church services.

Back in the day, I ued to think "I'll be glad when things get back to normal". Well, duh, normal keeps changing. I might not be "normal" the way I used to be, meaning "average". But I'm working really hard at accepting my NEW "normal", and by the grace of God, I think I'm slowly succeeding.

I don't LIKE it, but I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'm not going to be what I once was, so I might as well get over it and get on with my life.

How goes your battle with accepting the "new normal"?